Eh, You Man.

Hijacked by loveliness
I fly to the realms
where beauty rules
with grace.

I espy a rugged stone
deficient in all dimensions
lies on a hillock

I go trekking a week after.
A figure with fine lines
smiles. I go near to find
whether it is one real.

The stone has turned life like.
Ravishing and beautiful
The stone speaks.
Breathes life.

Wondering I climb down the hills
notice a heap of rubbish
piled unmindful. They splatter
as the wind blows.

“Eh, you man, I cry.
It is you who makes and mars.
Ironical in your presentations
and diabolical in preservation”EhEe.


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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